Heir of Merlin | Harry x Reader

This Year

Let's get into it.

First Person POV - Y/n

We got to the castle and ran into the Great Hall with the rest of the crowd. We got seated as the first-years came in drenched and lined up by the stool holding the Sorting hat.

It sang that was very different from the one we had but we still clapped once it was over.

"That's not the song it sang when it Sorted us," said Harry, clapping.

"Sings a different one every year," said Ron. "It's got to be a pretty boring life, hasn't it, being a hat? I suppose it spends all year making up the next one."

Professor McGonagall was now unrolling a large scroll of parchment.

"When I call out your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool," she told the first years. "When the hat announces your House, you will go and sit at the appropriate table."

"Ackerley, Stewart!"

A boy walked forward, visibly trembling from head to foot, picked up the Sorting Hat, put it on, and sat down on the stool.

"RAVENCLAW!" shouted the hat.

Stewart Ackerley took off the hat and hurried into a seat at the Ravenclaw table, where everyone was applauding him.

"Baddock, Malcolm!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Creevey, Dennis!"

Tiny Dennis Creevey staggered forward, and I looked over as he sat down nervously on the stool and the hat was placed on his head.

"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat shouted.

Colin was yelling happily and I clapped a bit harder since I was happy the brothers were together.

The Sorting continued, and boys and girls with varying degrees of fear on their faces moved one by one until they were all sorted.

"Oh hurry up," Ron groaned, massaging his stomach, "Hurry up with the speech Dumbledore please."

"I have only two words to say to you," Dumbledore said as he stood up, his deep voice echoing around the Hall. "Tuck in."

"Hear, hear!" Ron loudly as the empty dishes filled magically before our eyes.

I thought I was eating sloppy but Ron was at least ten times worst.

"Aaah, 'at's be'er," said Ron, with his mouth full of mashed potato.

"What the hell did you even say?" I asked.

"You're lucky there's a feast at all tonight, you know," said Nearly Headless Nick. "There was trouble in the kitchens earlier."

"Why? Wha' 'appened?" said Ron, while biting through a sizable chunk of steak.

"Oh the usual," said Nearly Headless Nick, shrugging. "Wreaked havoc and mayhem. Pots and pans everywhere. Place swimming in soup. Terrified the house-elves out of their wits-"

"Oh, come on," I mumbled as I began to eat as fast as possible.

I could sense what was coming as Hermione dropped her fork in anger. I was now eating worse than Ron, stuffing food into my mouth and washing it down with fizzy drinks and pumpkin juice.

"There are house-elves here?" she said, staring, horror-struck, at Nearly Headless Nick. "Here at Hogwarts?"

"Certainly," said Nearly Headless Nick, looking surprised at her reaction. "The largest number in any dwelling in Britain, I believe. Over a hundred."